...with someplace to go.
Not all dressed up, thank goodness. No tie required tonight. Just nice duds, with jacket. California Business Casual, or something like it.
And for what? To "celebrate" a new exhibit at a museum. So I get to stand around guzzling Perrier (D. the photographer is going too, but I'm driving) and schmoozing with people I am not particularly Great Buds with. Including, by the way, the PR people who made all sorts of promises and came through with zippo/nada/nix/gournisht for me.
Oh, well. Maybe some of the company bigwigs will be there so I can bypass the PR hacks and get them on the case.
Me, I'd rather stay home and do, well, damn near anything else. Getting to this place means 90 minutes in traffic -- 30 minutes for the return trip -- in a hard-riding, rattly vehicle, followed by speeches that will be little noted nor long remembered, a plate of rubber chicken and lots of forced jollity.
It's not so bad, I guess. Except I am not feeling jolly.
Enough of this. Time to hit the highway. Hope it doesn't hit back.
9 hours ago
4 comments:
I hope you surprised yourself and had a good time. Could happen!
I hope you had a wonderful time. I know what you mean about most speeches..yawn..
Good place to play instigator. If you do it right, you can pinch some babe butt and frame someone else for the effrontery.
Sometimes going out even when you'd rather stay home is a good thing to do. I hope it was amusing!
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